"Mhm."
Yanyu Gan nodded and then, tilting her head to the side, she broke into a bashful smile,
"That, Lin Tian."
"Huh?"
"Can we get a takeout portion? I want to eat it as a late-night snack."
"...."
Just eat it, eat until you're so full you can't make a peep!
Next time I'll go have king crab and giant abalone by myself, and you can have your little pudding!
Lin Tian scorned in his heart.
...
Monday, two days away from the concert.
7 PM, back at home.
After quickly finishing dinner, Lin Tian and Yanyu Gan immediately began their intense practice session.
"Three, two, one."
"♫~"
"Mr. Gan, your rhythm was too fast, didn't adjust well, did you?"
"Oh, oh."
"Let's try again."
"Three, two, one!"
"♫~"
"..."
The ensemble went surprisingly smoothly.
They played through without any difficulty.
Lin Tian clearly felt that Yanyu Gan had mastered the No. 40 Symphony to perfection.
